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rmI don't say this often enough, but I do so love the Internet.
I've found out what the piece of music is in the Vanity Fair trailer, and once I acquire it, many, many more things will be right in my world.
It's grey, cold and grim here, mainly because of the hurricaine in Florida. But it means I can wear my new boots. I've not had knee-high boots in years and years, which really has been quite the failing on my part.
I'm going to go to the farmers market and Virgin records I think. Otherwise, I can't imagine what will drive me out of the house today.
Talked to my parents last night, and it was sort of oddly pleasant. Long drawn out story about the woes of corsets as to why I can never, as a creature interested in costuming, dress as a woman again for Halloween ever. They found it remarkably plausible. My father of course warned me at length that the military coat thing is wool -- but it will be the end of October, I cried, and besides, I only have to mae an entrance, after that, I don't particularly care (I suppose one should acquire plans as well, but that's a seperate problem). Which was so true to form as far as my lack of motivation goes that he laughed and then ranted at me about the evils of Giuliani.
Mom had a couple of Aussie clients at work, and she was chitchatting them about her daughter who is going to some acting program there. They asked which and mom couldn't remember (come now, it's _four_ letters), but then they asked it if were NIDA and mom remembered that was right and everyone was won over, apparently. (My mother sells luxury goods as is very good at it mainly because she is the most guilelessly nice person ever to have lived -- it's sort of bizarre).
I am still itchy, although slightly less so. I am trying to figure out if this is residual from the 12-hours in latex clothing situation or if it might be triggered by the fact that I've consumed a great deal more sugar in the past week than I've allowed myself in the preceeding month - I don't now why this would cause it, but it's the only thing I can think of. Regardless, it's fucking madening.
Watching Amelie today, although, as I've said before, I find I am hard pressed to care.
I've found out what the piece of music is in the Vanity Fair trailer, and once I acquire it, many, many more things will be right in my world.
It's grey, cold and grim here, mainly because of the hurricaine in Florida. But it means I can wear my new boots. I've not had knee-high boots in years and years, which really has been quite the failing on my part.
I'm going to go to the farmers market and Virgin records I think. Otherwise, I can't imagine what will drive me out of the house today.
Talked to my parents last night, and it was sort of oddly pleasant. Long drawn out story about the woes of corsets as to why I can never, as a creature interested in costuming, dress as a woman again for Halloween ever. They found it remarkably plausible. My father of course warned me at length that the military coat thing is wool -- but it will be the end of October, I cried, and besides, I only have to mae an entrance, after that, I don't particularly care (I suppose one should acquire plans as well, but that's a seperate problem). Which was so true to form as far as my lack of motivation goes that he laughed and then ranted at me about the evils of Giuliani.
Mom had a couple of Aussie clients at work, and she was chitchatting them about her daughter who is going to some acting program there. They asked which and mom couldn't remember (come now, it's _four_ letters), but then they asked it if were NIDA and mom remembered that was right and everyone was won over, apparently. (My mother sells luxury goods as is very good at it mainly because she is the most guilelessly nice person ever to have lived -- it's sort of bizarre).
I am still itchy, although slightly less so. I am trying to figure out if this is residual from the 12-hours in latex clothing situation or if it might be triggered by the fact that I've consumed a great deal more sugar in the past week than I've allowed myself in the preceeding month - I don't now why this would cause it, but it's the only thing I can think of. Regardless, it's fucking madening.
Watching Amelie today, although, as I've said before, I find I am hard pressed to care.
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Date: 2004-09-05 12:49 pm (UTC)